Everyone had stopped fighting altogether. Or rather, Andrew's side had temporarily set aside any thoughts of attacking.

On the other side, only Stanley was left. He said, "Andrew, I've never had any real grudge with you or anyone here! Remember back at the Wright estate, Mr. Lloyd, when you scammed me out of a billion dollars? I didn't even bat an eye at that loss!

"Now I'm standing at death's door. I don't want to kill anymore—I just want to live. So, I'm hoping we can settle this without bloodshed!"

He raised both hands in surrender, his face full of desperate sincerity as he pleaded for peace.

Chantelle frowned. "Mr. O'Higgins, is everything you said about the old royal court really true? We know that the Demon Queen had only one son—Maximus, the last emperor."

Stanley smiled. "Ms. Garcia, you're an educated woman. Real or not, I think someone like you can judge for herself. After all, we're standing in the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead—this place tells its own story.

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